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[hasitsthorns]

WHO: Rose & Lexa

WHERE: The Forest

WHEN: February 20th

WARNINGS: Minor injuries

SUMMARY: Rose isn't doing half as well as she likes to think she is alone in the woods, but turns out she's not actually alone!





It's a pleasant day out in the forest. The birds are chirping, bugs are humming, and the tranquility of nature is all around soothing. Until someone ruins the atmosphere by loudly losing their lunch into some bushes.

"Hrrrrgghh," is a pained groan that follows the horrible retching sound. The bright red staining her chin and lips might be indication of a larger problem; the flavor of it is syrupy sweet though, not coppery. It isn't blood she's vomited up (thankfully) but instead an entire jar of maraschino cherries. Her stomach grumbles and cramps still in protest but feels overall better after emptying the toxic contents. The blond sits down, using a tree for support, and sighs heavily after using her sleeve to wipe off her face. Puking on top of an infected wound was the last thing she needs. She needs to keep food down so she can heal and-

Her head snaps up as sensitive senses catch the presence of something (or someone) else close by. Not an animal... Is it one of those 'walkers'? The woman tenses and keeps quiet just in case it is one of the undead in close proximity. Rose reaches for her blunt weapon, just in case, but the twist of her body causes discomfort from her wound and she gives a quiet hiss of pain. ... Aw, shoot. That's not good. Now whatever it is totally knows she's here.

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[withstandings]

Lexa is skilled - no, an expert - in going unnoticed in the forest. She knows how to place her weight to be silent, she knows where to step so she's not tracked. So when this injured woman's head snaps up in her direction, her bow is already off her shoulder, an arrow aimed at her. Though the dark Grounder clothing and war paint seems to have kept her blended in enough and the distraction of Rose's pain kept Lexa out of her sight.

Keeping her arrow trained on the other woman, Lexa steps forward, this time giving away her position but offering no words to whether she's a threat or not. A moment of observing the injured woman, Lexa lowers her weapon, deciding that she's not enough of a threat to hold at arrow point. The bow goes to rest over her shoulder whilst the arrow rests in an open pocket of her backpack with multiple others for easy access.

"Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim," the words are said smoothly, ah yes, it seems this strange forest woman doesn't speak English. But one of her hands raises up in a placating manner as she steps closer.